4c1, you're a class of arseholes...
Thursday--ignore the above date--it's the 27th of July
...this comes from your classmate.
I'm saying all this because I am being perfectly honest and I don't give a shit about what you lot will do to me as you will not do anything and I'm absolutely proud of what I'm saying.
You are a class of arseholes. Here is why:
YESTERDAY--Physical Education class. You all know this one. What is wrong with you? Don't know? I'll give you a recap and I'll let the rest of you all (innocent bystanders) know exactly what happened.
Okay. Time to be civil now that my initial anger is gone anyway. Our school got it into their heads that they would let us choreograph dances for our twice-a-week all-Crescent morning exercises. They instructed us with just this: Short and simple, eight counts. All nine secondary four classes have to do one and teach it to the rest of the level.
Are you clear, people?
Alright.
So the school already said SHORT AND SIMPLE, but apparently/obviously, 4c1 no undastan ingalese, make dans so fukkyng difikul, musta be-a tha' Rain ah? (Korean fellow, big and tall, "fabulous" dancer with BIG muscles--hope that's not the only thing that's BIG about him, I seen sum pix of tat gi an' he dress like no balls'a--fags are IN, is it?) So it took a long time for ALL of us to learn it, especially ME (my dad told me a long time ago that my sister and I have no coordination at all, I'm inclined to believe that). But that was all right. I can't fault others for not being able to FOLLOW instructions if that basic level of IQ hasn't been bred into them. No hard feelings there.
That was last week.
It's this week's events that made me angry. Yesterday's PE class was a total bomb, a total waste of my time--no, not really. I learnt alot about the TRUE nature of TEAM spirit and that of the ego, and sadly, none of the former really exists within the class despite the number of bl_ _dy times they have sung Happy Birthday to a classmate or yelled the class name in unison. This week's PE lesson was to rehearse the dance, or at least I imagined that it was until the PE teacher supervising the lot of us clapped her hands and said that we needed a "close" to our routine. Fine. But after that, some bright sparks came up with this absolutely ridiculous idea of arranging ourselves in some formation or other, first, they ("they" because I don't know WHO thought of it first) wanted a pattern of two concentric squares.
And then a group of classmates whom all suddenly gave themselves "leadership", spoke louder than anybody else (even if that anybody undoubtedly had the better brain) and commanded the rest of us to "go there...go there...NO, GO THERE..." and after like fifteen minutes of tussling, the teacher interjected again and said that we were SO STOOPIT, CAN WE NOT SEE IT? And then it was "this way and this way and there...go there..." That kind of shit.
And then came the shouting. Everybody--the arseholish ones--assumed authority and started yelling and staring self-righteously at everybody else and yelling and screaming--like: I'm the only samrt one here, I'm clever'n'right'n'tite and you all are positioned WRONG so LISTEN to ME. They were all yelling and no one was listening even though I had long ago concieved the brilliant idea of a SIMPLE square block formation. Honestly, I have never seen my class get so F-ing excited over something, they're the type who clam up and giggle and sulk during our literature classes. It seems as if they only get excited over the teeny-tiny trivial parts of life--well, that'd explain Rain, huh?
Yeah.
And THEN, as if it weren't all enough, so idiots came up with a 4c1 formation for class pride. Thankfully, they dimissed that silly suggestion, but instead, started changing the dance moves so that we could yell "4c1!" or something like that. (On a side-note, "Fuckin' 4c1" would have been very appropriate, but it occurred to no one.) So my sister and I and other poor folks who have good brains but lousy dancing skills lost track and were chided by the Rain-dancing fanatics. Oh Lord. That's what I felt like.
They value this "class spirit" so much that they take every chance to yell the class name--they think it affirms identity (or some other crap like that), but unfortunately, all these girls have absolutely no understanding of other people, no empathy, no sensibility. They think only for themselves, they only know "me me ME", what THEY like, what THEY want, what THEY think. And they think that things are perfectly fine, A-Okay that way. It's sad that they're so small-minded, sure, when it comes to parties and birthdays, they're great fun, but when it comes to giving, when it comes to being responsible and actually making a CONTRIBUTION (1, see below), they never do it.
Note:
1) When it comes to doing LITERATURE notes as a class especially. No one does their part, everybody makes totally shit notes. They're most likely afraid that the next person will take their notes and do better than themselves.
More reasons--Coming Soon...
...this comes from your classmate.
I'm saying all this because I am being perfectly honest and I don't give a shit about what you lot will do to me as you will not do anything and I'm absolutely proud of what I'm saying.
You are a class of arseholes. Here is why:
YESTERDAY--Physical Education class. You all know this one. What is wrong with you? Don't know? I'll give you a recap and I'll let the rest of you all (innocent bystanders) know exactly what happened.
Okay. Time to be civil now that my initial anger is gone anyway. Our school got it into their heads that they would let us choreograph dances for our twice-a-week all-Crescent morning exercises. They instructed us with just this: Short and simple, eight counts. All nine secondary four classes have to do one and teach it to the rest of the level.
Are you clear, people?
Alright.
So the school already said SHORT AND SIMPLE, but apparently/obviously, 4c1 no undastan ingalese, make dans so fukkyng difikul, musta be-a tha' Rain ah? (Korean fellow, big and tall, "fabulous" dancer with BIG muscles--hope that's not the only thing that's BIG about him, I seen sum pix of tat gi an' he dress like no balls'a--fags are IN, is it?) So it took a long time for ALL of us to learn it, especially ME (my dad told me a long time ago that my sister and I have no coordination at all, I'm inclined to believe that). But that was all right. I can't fault others for not being able to FOLLOW instructions if that basic level of IQ hasn't been bred into them. No hard feelings there.
That was last week.
It's this week's events that made me angry. Yesterday's PE class was a total bomb, a total waste of my time--no, not really. I learnt alot about the TRUE nature of TEAM spirit and that of the ego, and sadly, none of the former really exists within the class despite the number of bl_ _dy times they have sung Happy Birthday to a classmate or yelled the class name in unison. This week's PE lesson was to rehearse the dance, or at least I imagined that it was until the PE teacher supervising the lot of us clapped her hands and said that we needed a "close" to our routine. Fine. But after that, some bright sparks came up with this absolutely ridiculous idea of arranging ourselves in some formation or other, first, they ("they" because I don't know WHO thought of it first) wanted a pattern of two concentric squares.
And then a group of classmates whom all suddenly gave themselves "leadership", spoke louder than anybody else (even if that anybody undoubtedly had the better brain) and commanded the rest of us to "go there...go there...NO, GO THERE..." and after like fifteen minutes of tussling, the teacher interjected again and said that we were SO STOOPIT, CAN WE NOT SEE IT? And then it was "this way and this way and there...go there..." That kind of shit.
And then came the shouting. Everybody--the arseholish ones--assumed authority and started yelling and staring self-righteously at everybody else and yelling and screaming--like: I'm the only samrt one here, I'm clever'n'right'n'tite and you all are positioned WRONG so LISTEN to ME. They were all yelling and no one was listening even though I had long ago concieved the brilliant idea of a SIMPLE square block formation. Honestly, I have never seen my class get so F-ing excited over something, they're the type who clam up and giggle and sulk during our literature classes. It seems as if they only get excited over the teeny-tiny trivial parts of life--well, that'd explain Rain, huh?
Yeah.
And THEN, as if it weren't all enough, so idiots came up with a 4c1 formation for class pride. Thankfully, they dimissed that silly suggestion, but instead, started changing the dance moves so that we could yell "4c1!" or something like that. (On a side-note, "Fuckin' 4c1" would have been very appropriate, but it occurred to no one.) So my sister and I and other poor folks who have good brains but lousy dancing skills lost track and were chided by the Rain-dancing fanatics. Oh Lord. That's what I felt like.
They value this "class spirit" so much that they take every chance to yell the class name--they think it affirms identity (or some other crap like that), but unfortunately, all these girls have absolutely no understanding of other people, no empathy, no sensibility. They think only for themselves, they only know "me me ME", what THEY like, what THEY want, what THEY think. And they think that things are perfectly fine, A-Okay that way. It's sad that they're so small-minded, sure, when it comes to parties and birthdays, they're great fun, but when it comes to giving, when it comes to being responsible and actually making a CONTRIBUTION (1, see below), they never do it.
Note:
1) When it comes to doing LITERATURE notes as a class especially. No one does their part, everybody makes totally shit notes. They're most likely afraid that the next person will take their notes and do better than themselves.
4c1, I demand to know when things will get better. I demand to know what's wrong with you all.
More reasons--Coming Soon...
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